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Wednesday, September 21. I Came. I Sat. I Left.

Ok so.  Some days you just luck out.  

I got up and got out of the house in time to be on time to work.  I step into the train car and there are seats.  I pause and glare at the seat before I sit because some New Yorkers leave all kinds of wet mess in the seats and once you sit in it, forgeddaboudit (the last definition in the video you just watched)...you're contaminated.  So make sure you look before you sit!  My seat is empty so I sit in it.  I ride all the way to my train stop.  I exit the train.  I come in to work.  

Now that's  when all the drama started. LOL But it's all good.  It's only a matter of time before I channel my inner David Allen Coe from his 1978  album, Family Album and email a you tube of him or Johnny Paycheck covering that famous song that inspired a film by the same name.  Hee hee

Lesson:  Sometimes it actually all works out according to plan so don't give up yet! Remember days like this one when you have one full of rotten eggs. :-)

A Girl Changing The World

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